This focuses on what happened during Charlotte's first class at the academy.
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Chris: INTP Charlotte: ENTJ
music for the vibes:
I don't like you - The Wrecks
Aristocrat - New Politics
Black butterflies and deja vu - The maine
You don't own me - Pale waves
Bad reputation - Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
2 November 2022
Chris pov:
Chris felt a little disoriented after bumping into that short blonde on the way to class. It was lucky that he didn't fall head first because at that speed Charlotte was running at, he would have easily gotten a concussion. Thanks to this incident, he recalled the last time where he hit his head. His mother dropped him as a child, maybe that was how his social interaction skills went down the drain.
Before he knew it, Charlotte disappeared out of sight. She didn't bother to pick him up or ask if he was okay, how rude, he thought.
As Chris shifted his body weight onto his right elbow, he realised how sore it was, how it was essentially throbbing...For fucks sake, he bruised his elbow.
"What the fu-" A voice called out out of nowhere. Chris furrowed his eyebrows, moving his thick black bangs that partially blocked his eyesight like a fog. It was his sister, Jennie.
He let out a groin before getting up. His legs felt a little sore after the fall.
"Chris! Are you okay?" Jennie asked, a look of concern written on her face. She placed her hands on his shoulder, rocking him back and forth. Chris just stared at her blankly, looking around the corridor. The sun shown through the traditional wood windows, just like a scene in a studio ghibli movie. His eyes searched around the off-white walls coated with random splashes of yellowish stains, finally meeting that old clock placed at the end of the crowdless hallway.
8.14am. Reality struck, he was going to be late on the first day of school. Chris quickly snapped out of this trance he was in, sprinting towards class, limping on one of his leg. Leaving his sister behind.
Charlotte's pov:
It was 8.15am. Charlotte finally reached the classroom. The school was insanely big with corridors that led to nowhere. She sweared that the year head had something against her, I mean, who puts the first class of the semester at the end of the highest floor? The ground floor was already a mess to begin with, the 6th floor was a hold new territory.
Charlotte swung open the old tudor door, panting, forehead covered in sweat. She felt as if she'd run a marathon from the courtyard, up the steep stairs and down the hallway within 3 minutes. A loud thud echoed the classroom as the door hit the wall abruptly, jerking some students out of their morning drowsiness.
"I made it." Charlotte panted. Her back was hunched down a little as she struggled to gasp for air. Her torso rising and falling. Before the teacher could respond to her, Charlotte heard a thud behind her as someone rammed themselves onto the door frame.
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" I'm not late, am I?" A male voice asked. Chris was exhausted and slightly injured, holding onto the door frame for support. Seeing this, Charlotte took a few steps away from Chris. Just her luck, she was in the same mathematics class as this idiotic black haired boy. "You could've helped me up when you pushed me over." Chris furrowed his brows, annoyed, his forehead wrinkles were showing.
" I would've been late if I did." Charlotte replied without hesitation. Was he seriously expecting her to pick him up from the ground? She was running for her life at that moment in time. Charlotte glared at him in annoyance, but Chris was intimidated, they just kind of stood there awkwardly.
"Chris, go take a seat please. This is enough nonsense for the first day." The teacher sighed. Charlotte noticed how strings of white hair started to show on her teacher's scalp and how her pokka-dot patterned blouse was neatly tucked into her pencil skirt, topped off with rectangular black glasses. She seemed like a serious bitch, she thought. Clearly done with her job at this point.
Surprisingly, without a sound or a complain, Chris reluctantly went to his seat at the very back at the classroom.
The classroom was well-lit, accompanied with the smell of old parchment paper that was laid out on the teacher's desk. As the sun shone through the windows, specks of dust could be seen floating around the classroom, creating a rustic look. The words, 'Welcome back' was written on the blackboard in full capital letters as white chalk marks were laid out neatly on a desk. Charlotte scanned the classroom, it was a pretty classroom. Like the kinds you'd see on a dark academia pinterest board. Though Charlotte did not feel the very most welcome, she was amazed by how well-maintained and sleek her classroom was.
"Charlotte, could you please introduce yourself to the class? You can call me Ms Bentley." The teacher said, loud enough for the class to know and superficially warm enough to know how incredibly artificial kindness looked on Ms Bentley.
Well there's a reason why she's not a Mrs Bentley I guess, Charlotte thought.
"Hello, I'm Charlotte." Charlotte looked back at Mrs Bentley, not sure what to add on to this useless introduction. To make things worse, Ms Bentley proceeded to mouth out the word 'hobbies' in the most exaggerated manner. Charlotte rolled her eyes. " I like playing the electric guitar." She continued, awkwardly standing beside Ms Bentley.
Unexpectedly, what she said captured the attention of the notorious Chris. His eyes widened in a look of excitement and interest in a way he tried his best to conceal in the most awkward manner. As their eyes locked, Chris quickly pretended to read the Midsummer night's dream playscript he had in his hands. Realising this, Charlotte scoffed at his attempt, he was such a fucking loser. She couldn't hide the sarcastic smirk she had on her face.
"Now that's enough Charlotte. Class, please treat Charlotte with respect and love! For now, I'll assign you a deskmate and that'll be..." Ms Bentley's eyes looked around for a suitable partner for Charlotte.
This made Charlotte anxious. "Please don't be Chris, please don't be Chris, please don't be Chris." She prayed in her head.
